by Love Belvin
He swiped inside my mouth with propriety. His big piping hot hands gripped my ass, chilling me with lascivious defeat. Then I was tossed onto the mattress, the unexpected thump snapping me out of my stupor. He sat up on the back of his legs, thighs spread apart, aside my own. His palms rested over them as he continued to study me.
My face spasmed again. And again, I wouldn’t let my tears betray me…not in front of him.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I demanded again.
His eyes narrowed at my chest.
“Don’t! Don’t you fucking trip over jewelry after what you did to me. I don’t owe you or your manipulative ass cousin shit. Just go ‘head and sign the divorce—”
My protest was muzzled by those lips I’d been craving at night and early mornings—any time I hadn’t been distracted by work. The lips that drove me to work out to distract me physically. I chased his tongue, tasted and wrestled with it until I could no longer breathe. His withdrew and the angry V carved between his brows appeared. Even angry, he was damn it delicious. I knew it wasn’t right. I’d been telling myself this self-consciously since laying eyes on him. But my body was still deeded to him. My hands going to the waist of his jeans was evidence of that.
I watched as his eyes followed. My touch was rushed and desperate and my mind couldn’t catch up to stop. I made quick work of undoing his jeans then my greedy hand went to his erection. Clearly, I moved too fast because he leaped up to his knees to relieve himself of my coarse touch. The payoff was the sight of his thickness jutting. He wasn’t at full mast, but it was him—it. The Apa was present. The presence of the bar disappeared, the balls nearing toward his thickening flesh. I couldn’t fucking breathe; it was such a beautiful sight. My eyes swung up to find his moving from it to me, only this time his lips stained with my lipstick were parted.
A pulse of rage coursed through my chest again and I whacked him across the face. Again. Again, his head swayed slightly, but his regard turned darker. That swift act of violence only seemed to aggrandize him. His dick doubled in size.
My heart banged against the wall of my chest. So many emotions running through me at one time.
“I fucking hate you,” I hissed.
His eyes dropped to my hand gripping his engorged dick and he shook his head.
The fucker drips arrogance at a time like this?
Then his hands were at the waist of my shorts. With quick work, they were unfastened and being yanked down my hips.
“You need consent,” I grated angrily. “I won’t hold your hand through that process.” I wanted him affected. Hurt as he’d done me. I’d say anything to do it.
For a brief moment, he froze, eyes rolling around considering my threat. Reading between those lines. But he scooted back after a while and slid my shorts and panties down my legs and off, knocking my flip flops from my feet. He stood to his knees between my thighs and pulled them apart. He pushed them back to my chest, gazing heatedly at my bared sex. My eyes wandered to his pulsing cock, the barbells as it stood next to his belly button.
His hand came down and he stroked himself. A groan shot from his belly, it sounded tortured. I was out of breath, mouth agape as I fought for control. My eyes lost focus and vision blurred as the sight of a dollop of liquid appeared from the dimpled head. Before I could regain my sight, he aligned it against my dripping sex. And then he breached me. Pain, pleasure, familiarity, and another unnamed reaction flashed through my body, causing my eyes to close. The gentle rocking of him inside me, forced me to be here, in the moment with him. I wouldn’t break. Not for him.
When I saw the muscles around his eyes loosen, the crooked vein in his forehead protrude, and his jaw hang in the air, my heart swelled. A flutter of bliss flashed in my groin. My fists gathered tightly at my shoulders, but my hips widened for him, needing him deeper. His hips swirled and screwed to meet my welcoming. I could feel my flesh softening and swelling around him. His head dipped and his tongue lashed my right nipple that bounced from his thrusts. My spine arched over the bed and my groin threatened an explosion. I hated the way my body immediately responded to him.
And I slapped his chest with one hand. The other followed, then again. Again. As my blows landed, my pussy soaked up more and more of him. He didn’t flinch or move to eject his pleasure tool from me. If he knew what was best for him, he wouldn’t either. I couldn’t control my emotions. I hated him and needed him. That concoction sent me insane.
The levy broke, and the first tear fell.
“I fucking hate your guts!” I grounded out with squeezed eyes and a pulsating sex. “I cared about your troubled ass.”
My wrists were seized and pushed aside my head.
“And I fell in love with you,” he growled inches from my nose.
My eyes shot open and lungs froze.
“No!” I breathed out.
He was lying. There was no way!
But it was too late. His angry glare didn’t reflect the efforts of his plummets because they became more aggressive. The Apa had found a sweet sensitive target and banged and banged and ban—
“Oh, shiiiiiiiiit,” I cried, feeling my body come apart underneath his meaty frame.
He drove into me with a demanding thrust my body convulsed from and my heart bled from. I couldn’t contain the tears. Bliss coated me, and betrayal whispered seductively in my ear as I released my fists and circled his neck, lifting my pussy for battering. My heart, too. I held onto him like I needed him to breathe. My core roiled and churned as I came to a dizzying intensity.
When my groin slowed enough, my arms released him and back fell onto the mattress. I lay splayed beneath him. He withdrew, eliciting a moan from me, then his soft mouth was at my right breast. His tongue circling, lips suctioning, mouth teasing. The pace was unhurried, but the action was deliberate. He was keeping me warm as I came down from an earth-shattering orgasm. My weeping was completely ignored, but my handling was gentle.
I tried pushing him away, feeling awkward with my level of vulnerability. He took my hand and placed it over his galloping heart as his imposing frame hovered over me. I didn’t know when his shirt came off. The rhythm disturbed me, it pounded so hard and fast.
“Wyn…” his timber so deep, voice so low I barely heard him petition my eyes open. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
That quickly the mercurial maniac had turned from angry and indifferent to passionate and regretful.
This fucker…
I sniffled the tears back.
My hand was shifted from his chest to between us, then between my sweaty thighs. I couldn’t believe I’d been worked up to the point of sweating already. When my fingers brushed against my sex, I gasped, and my eyes opened to his heated ones. He slowly crawled down the bed, not removing his eyes from me. When he settled between my twitching thighs, he tossed his chin to tell me to start. Before I could process this request, his tongue darted and swiped against my fingers. He wanted guidance, a reenactment of Saint Justin.
The best time of my life…
My body was still recovering, but my damn fingers moved to my slippery labia. Damn… I could feel my juices on my thigh against my wrist. He moaned as he laved in the wake of my fingers. When I clamped on one with a finger and my thumb, he sucked on it, taking as much in his mouth as he could. When my two digits roved the opening of my sex, his tongue dived in with gusto. After his girth and Apa work, his tongue soothed and tickled the swelling left behind.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head, body slowing to a relaxed state. When I was ready, my fingers swiped up to my clit. His lashings were eager and his breathing matched the intensity. He used his big hands to pull me closer as he groaned. It didn’t take much. Wasn’t long before my spine snapped and shoulders trembled from another explosion.
“Ooooh…” I moaned, gripping the back of his head.
I let up when the contractions did. And he pulled back, lay his head on my inner thigh, soiling his hair, face and beard with my essence. H
is eyes were squeezed tight and he looked pained down there. Revelation hit and I panicked while my body still hummed from the earthquake.
“Ar—Are you okay? Is this hard for you?” I whispered, barely able to speak. “Is…this affecting you? Taking you somewhere?”
With his eyes closed, he croaked in a deep tenor, “No, baby. I’m just feeling more love and regret for you than I can handle.” His strained eyes cast to meet mine. “I’ve never felt this for anybody.”
I dropped back onto the mattress, rolling my eyes, shutting out the sharp pain. I would not do it. I wouldn’t be that girl to fall for a guy because of his surfaced torment. His troubles had nothing to do with me and everything to do with the secrets he carried for that crazy ass family. I wouldn’t be a punching bag for anyone just because I could take the blows. I was tired of that shit.
Hot tears fell again, burning the sides of my face.
Abruptly, I was lifted from the bed and flipped over until I was on all fours.
“Raj…” I cried.
I could feel the crown of his cock, pushing between my cheeks. This position, it melted me. In an instant, I was heated all over. I knew the power he had in this one. When the Apa came alive times ten for me. I could never come from behind until my husband…and his apadravya piercing. Just like now, once settled deep, his thick cock massaged my walls, stimulating them while barbell balls banged around back there, deep inside. He rocked deep and thrust hard. When he took me at the shoulders and pulled me into his hard chest, his big arms wrapped tightly around me, holding on to me as though I was needed by him.
This proximity deluded me, addled me. It made me feel as kept as I should have when he pushed me out the back door of his estate. But his hold…this position as his waist rolled, bringing me oodles of pleasure I didn’t know how to handle because I’d never had it this way, it drove me crazy. When he bit down on that sweet spot between my neck and shoulder, my body shuddered, and I felt helpless. Weakened by a power he wielded over me. One I wasn’t used to.
“Please don’t cry.” His words were choppy due to those deep drives.
“I’m trying not to.” My eyes squeezed closed. “You’re not worth a single one of them.”
But he was. He was worth more than he knew. I just didn’t believe I was the woman to meet his needs.
“I’m going to make this right. I swear.”
“How? We’re divorcing—” A sharp sensation of pleasure shot through my groin. I breathed through it. “Remember?”
“Never, baby.” His delivery was more like a cry as he plunged into me.
The pleasure struck then expanded in my groin, making my movements meeting his thrusts urgent. I plopped back on him, smacking my ass into his thighs, being filled by his wild sword.
This was wrong. All wrong. But damn, she felt so right. I didn’t come here to attack her. I only came to clear up a few things. And to see her. I needed to see her. And feel her. I would’ve settled for a handshake. Would have paid for a hug.
But this…
Having her in my arms while reaching the depths of her didn’t help my obsession. I clasped against her softness, felt her toned thighs around me before plunging her from behind. For the first time in my life, I held my heart in my hands. Her body glistened from sweat and trembled with controlled desire. And her mouth… I grabbed her at the chin, feeling her ragged breathing just as much as hearing it and I swallowed her mouth. My tongue pushed forcefully into her mouth and at first, she didn’t react, lips lay collapsed. But after a minute or so, I felt the aggression of her tongue. She tasted me, teased me, grabbed me at the back of the head.
Like an animal, I found myself licking a trail from her shoulder to her ear, wanting to taste her sweat. I needed to experience her in every way, to carve her into my memory. My grasp slipped a few times from her wet hips, but my grip was tight, anchoring her for my dives. My head swam from her smell, feel, and cushioned pussy. I was prepared. Was prepared to accept if she told me she wanted something different after the way I let her go. I told myself to eat it if she even had the balls to tell me she wanted to be with another dude. I came prepared for everything…except this.
When she pushed her fingertips into the back of my head and dropped back on me, massaging my wood with her tightness, I remembered. I remembered her passionate side. I recalled how I didn’t know a lot about Wynter, but I had a clue about my lover. And my lover was deliberate, bold, and unapologetic. If she was giving me her body, it was with intent. There was hope. I just hoped I had the time to earn her trust again.
When I felt her cheeks squeeze tight and her shoulders jerk, her mouth relaxed and pussy tightened. Then my balls seized and belly leaped. Wynter moaned, her shoulders now vibrating. My thighs shook beneath hers and I blasted off, feeling my hot cum shoot into her quivering pussy.
For me… All for me.
My head swam in delirium as my pelvis bounced on the back of her legs until I was empty. Easing up on my grip, I traced my fingertips down her thick, spread thighs. My tongue caressed her sweaty neck and she trembled, falling back into my chest, mumbling her approval incoherently. I wanted to lay her down and pour my heart out to her. Wanted to name to her every demon haunting me. We could do it, hash it out here in this room. We wouldn’t leave until I was gutted and totally open to her.
“Your phone.” She swallowed hard, her voice hoarse.
My eyes opened first. Her words were emitted so softly. Then I heard the vibration from near.
“Your phone, Raj,” she repeated.
My eyes closed again, squeezing at the reminder of time. I had to go. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed her pillowy hips and pulled out of her. A shiver ran from the back of my head to my ass when I did. I reached down to my pants at my ankles and pulled my cell from my pocket. It was a text from Lil Bruh, saying it was time.
“Shit…” I groaned then rubbed my hands down my face.
It didn’t escape me when Wynter scuffled to the other end of the bed, holding her tits in her arm protectively. Her eyes were red and face wet. I felt like shit. Pushing from the bed to pull my jeans on, I tried to speak, but no words left my brain. I grabbed her little t-shirt I’d snatched off and wiped myself clean of her, even though I wanted to bathe in her juices. Wynter sat quiet, gaping at me like a wild woman while I tried to find the words.
After buttoning them, my phone vibrated again. Without reading it, I hit Lil Bruh back that I was on my way. My wary eyes went to my wife’s, whose mirrored mine. Was she scared of me? She damn sure looked broken.
“I—” I tried. Dropping my head back and closing my eyes, I tried again. “I didn’t come here for this.”
“Then, again, why are you here?”
As cold as her words were, they did spring my brain into function. I went to my back pocket and grabbed the folded envelope. Then I tossed it to her across the bed.
“That’s one reason. My main reason was to see you. Let you look me in the eyes.”
“For what?” Her face lifted as though she was going to cry again.
“So you can remember me.”
“I don’t even know you.”
My eyes closed again. I squeezed them against the wave of tightness I felt in my chest. “You do. I swear, you know more than most. I want you to know more. All of me.”
Wynter didn’t speak. Her eyes closed, too, and then tears fell from them. That was it. I had to go. I was out of time and my being there seemed to be causing her more pain than understanding. I walked toward the door. Then my legs stopped. I turned around and caught a last view of her. Wynter didn’t look like the rock she did when she left my estate. She looked well-fucked and broken. Without thinking, I reared back on the bed and looked down at her with a full heart, ready to burst.
I took her face in my hands and kissed her sweetly. Smelling her essence on my lips turned the kiss passionate. Our tongues locked and swirled. A moan pushed from her belly and my dick swelled in my jeans again. I only stopped when I felt lighthea
ded and needed to either breathe or be inside her again. Trying to catch my breath, I lay my forehead against hers. Wynter’s eyes were closed and cheeks lifted as though she was going to cry again.
“Please,” I whispered. “Please just trust me enough to give me more time to figure this out.”
“You can walk away.” She sniffled. “I’m fine. Really.”
“Bullshit!” I knew by the way she hit me, the way she held on to me while I dug into her. “Read the instructions in the envelope and follow it to a T. Please, baby.”
I would beg if I had time. With crazy regret, I let go of her and headed to the door. I chose not to give a last glance to her, thinking it wouldn’t be wise. When I closed the door behind me, I couldn’t decide if I felt better about my decision to creep up on her or worse about tasting her again. Wynter made me understand the weakness of men in love. Why the greats sang about begging, crying, and pleading. I would do it all for her.
I found my way downstairs without running into anyone. When I came in, a housekeeper told me where her room was without questioning me. A part of me wanted to hire security to keep her safe. The more rational me told me not to ignore the glimmer in old girl’s eyes from recognizing me. Of course, she knew I was Wynter’s husband. Remembering my way to the garage, I passed a room that looked like a lounge. Two guys were on big recliners talking. One caught my attention as I did his. Only his eyes didn’t twinkle for me like they did when he posed for pictures with my girl. My steps broke a little as I recognized him and Jon. Jon kept chopping it up, not seeing me.
My phone buzzing in my hand reminded me why I wasn’t still upstairs, buried balls deep into my wife, begging for her love. I took off just as quietly as I strolled in.
I had several windows in the room split between two different views of the house. I ran to several until I found my target. Lil Bruh stood next to the open door. Pathetically, I watched him hop into the waiting car near the garage door, disappearing into the night like a damn thief. I had no idea he was in Arizona and wondered how long he’d been here in the house. Did he see me outside? What if I hadn’t come up when I did?